Chapter 248 Trampled Hearts

Benson couldn’t sleep at all throughout the long night. He lay on the bed, fully dressed, staring at the ceiling as memories from recent days replayed in his mind. The night enveloped the room, and while the city outside was still brightly lit, his heart was submerged in an ocean of memories and pain. He clearly remembered something Yvonne had once said to him: “The starting point doesn’t matter; what matters is the action itself.” These words cut into his heart like a sharp blade, forcing him to confront the behaviors and decisions he had tried so hard to forget. Since they got married, he had never treated her well. He recalled the countless times he was cold, distant, and even humiliating towards her. If it weren’t for that “accidental” drugging incident at the old house, he knew they would have likely divorced smoothly, without the later complications. Back then, he was so cruel and heartless toward her. He didn’t even want to think about those times, as if it had all bee